We played a good gig Saturday night, despite the technical difficulties which visited themselves upon both ourselves and the King of Despair. As a result of trying to get the sound to come out of the speakers we were not left with enough time to play Substance or new song All my life etc. but we did do Jaw. Our Head of Research and Technical Developments, Colonel Mark Overy came along as well and took some pictures for the website. And very nice they are too, thank you very much Mark.
The Tavern was packed and we got plenty of applause and a little dancing at the front. Because of the time constraints it was difficult to really enjoy the moment, but it felt good after we came off the stage and everyone was being complimentary. As long as we get the majority of notes in the right places it seems that everyone is having a good time, which is satisfying to say the least. After that the King of Despair played a great gig and most of us trundled off to Mozart’s where myself and Monica spent far too much money. Dickheads what we is.
So now we are preparing for the joys of August the 26th and our enviable 3.30pm slot in the Tavern for the Uplands Music festival. I sense a gig to a couple of people relaxing after a heft y lunch and a sweaty walk home. Someone will enjoy it, I am sure.
8 comments:
Thank God you had good gig! It was so refreshing to be able to read your page and not be totally confused with all the twaddle.
You really do mix with some strange people Mr F. Where did you meet all these people? I suspect you all got together in some local hospital and took you pseudonyms from the names on the doors. However Hughes (the Booze) must have been a patientor one those legions of bureacrats that seem to spend our money.
Anyhow congratulations on a good gig and make sure you keep the thread straight on the treddle (it´s a pig if it goes skew-whiff)
Twaddle? On the internet? Perish the thought! We'll have no truck with twaddle, whimsey or idle fancifulness.
It may be 'twaddle' but it's fun.
I was under the impression that the internet was specifically designed as a repositry for twaddle, whimsy and other nonsense that has no business in the corporeal world. But huzzah and hurrah for the good gig.
Twaddle leads to blathering and blathering leads to other things....
Remember: at all times we must be SERIOUS.
I am not, nor have I ever been a bureaucrat and I resent that implication. I am a money-grubbing capitalist scumbag. Get your facts straight.
Facts in the rearview mirror may appear inverted.
Twaddle leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the darkside. Scared? You will be... You will be.
Most rear view mirrors are convex which give a broader, albeit slightly distorted, view. However experience of using such equipment allows one to distinguish what you can see from what is really there.
Unless you are American, in which case you need a constant reminder from a nice little message in your mirror.
You don't see that on cars in this country, do you?
No, over here we assume that if you're so f**king thick that you can't work out how reflections work then you probably deserve to die in a car crash. That's just survival of the fittest (or at least, survival of the least painfully thick...)
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